Conversations surround me
Time to drink
“Everybody gets a little crazy sometimes”
Poly rhythm slap metallic
Meatballs bass ball
Envelop filter resonate whaa
Sound as spectacle
Snap and pop
My voice here
There a place in this sound?
Call and response
“I’ve gone through all five steps of grieving…”
The sound agitates
Something within me
Pretty ladies catch my eye
Surrounded in the party vibe
Pondering my weed
Opening my voice
Here I am annoyed…
What am I seeking?
Salvation in music?
Or where is my place?
Empty is a stage
Somewhere waiting for me
Baby back curves
The funk rolls on
In my tiny little world
A pain in my heart
Wonder and bewildered
The jungle fast approaching
Great haste and we make our way
Circle of light passed through the crowd
The audience plays the sound
The band provides the funk
Four to the floor
Our chef knows
It’s the sauce that makes the dish
Band is tight
Less loud than some of these arena gigs
Sound comes down
Lights rise up
Floor clears enough
Call it a set break
Done this before
What am I seeking here?
Something I found before?
A mythology I read about?
Yeah, it’s good. It’s good.
But I feel out of place…
Not much diversity in this place.
Maybe just a little,
But surly not a lot.
Writing to myself…
Nothing much to see here?
This isn’t the cliff face above the ocean
This isn’t a Latin bar where I’m the only one who doesn’t talk the tongue
This isn’t a Dead show, where I feel internally connected at the core, guided on by psychedelic vision and shared imagination.
Yes. It’s good. But what am I
missing, thinking I’m relating to
Present in the time,
In the right place,
Perhaps a fish?
What’s the great connect?
The diversity in the room,
They work here.
They’re getting paid.
They’re taking care of business.
Here on the sacred grounds of music,
What am I seeking?
Is it the sound?
Is it the lights?
The brilliant colors?
The beautiful women letting their hair down?
A lyric I can connect with?
Layers of fractaled chatter
Churning and spewing voices
With nothing coherent to connect to?
Connection, a beer perhaps?
Perhaps a beer.
The bartenders… No diversity here.
It’s not pop culture.
That the reason why?
The longer I stay
The more introverted I feel
Sucking me in
Am I the only one?
A vortex here.
Indian, Asian, Espanolas
Pockets of various cultures together
Few and far between
Some kind of near starvation here
Am I, or am I not judging?
To introduce new audiences
To bring people together
Here we are,
Are we not?
Dizzy here with drink
The myth of music
The wonder of sound
Enlightenment through the ears
So many people gone deaf
The band returns to stage
People take ownership of the bench
Take it as it comes
So they listened to more music
than any of us
Know their parts
Yeah, it’s good
Maybe I don’t like it enough
Or perhaps too much
Or I want a quieter tone
These guys are unrelenting
Increasing in power with every repetition
Anger? Dance music?
Holier than thou?
Or bringing everyone to the funk?
Ego? Or ego free?
Or putting on a show?
Every note precise?
Building the band
no room for error or fault.
People are most certainly moving.
No doubt in here,
People are moved.
My oh my
Not hard to get drunk
Glad I left the car at home
Rock and rollers with haircuts
Everyone’s got gray hair…
I shake my head to the beat
Fast side to side
Eight note groove
Taka taka taka taka
Taka takka taka tak tahk!
Is the dream over?
Or are there always those who say:
“The dream is finally over”
While the dreamers
They go on
On and on
On and on
On and on
Here they are
Not going anywhere
Pixel is a cube
Less reality for you
A joint I must light
Love your mother
But let her go
She’ll always love you
And know that you’re
Gonna be fine
Stand on your own state of mind
One African American in the room
My uncle marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. one time,
As I know.
The guitar holds the Philly Joe
Against the bass
Is this music for all
At a higher cost
Limiting the sales to those who can afford
My oh my,
How I do love justice
The sense of relief
That we fought for and won
Our mutual respect
For that is love
That is hope.
That is hope.
This is psychedelia.
The chosen words
Do not represent all conviction,
I like to argue with those who
That should be fine.
Argument does not stand in the way of respect
We explore these things together.
Whatever is this song,
It is the groove that moves the
The moment I alight
And when the time is right
An interesting couple
The love weaves
The accidental word
The autocorrected imaginings
Blow that smoke to the ceiling, y’all
If pop culture didn’t tell me,
The things I wouldn’t say!
This band is determined and tight
Something to say, no doubt
What is the purpose of music?
My soul is moved.
Yes, I am moved.
This is where the band wins the
Forward ever forward
The familiar songs
Phish has allowed Mike to speak for himself
The jazz world creates more intermingled bands than the rock
crowd can ever imagine
The greater the musical conversations,
The higher quality of music
And the more bridges of humanity
Which can be a source of courage
And can help filter out
Local Latin bands still do this kind
of groove better, sugar shack
But I like the spirit of never giving
Like the sun shining in the sky
Part of the issue is that the sound
sculpted front of house can be that
critical artist that conveys the
Sound design. What does it mean?
(Insert meaning here)
Now it’s time for the hand to be
super slick. There’s no
compromising when it comes to
Why is live sound not done to
exactly the same standards as CD
quality? We know what
soundboards sound like:
Can you transmit that quality to the
audience as well?
Can’t recall the last time I
Small clubs tend to be easier.
Or do they?
Keep the groove in line with the
swing of the spine
It is an art to accord with the
natural rhythm of dance
Computers do it,
So the standards are stupidly high.
It kinda sucks, but it’s about the
strength to allow many people to
enjoy themselves at ease together.
(I’ve been reading text books, so
I’m talking a little like a textbook).
Mike plays the standard fare
because he finds that a) the most
fun to play that b) communicates
together. A band is only as good
as the team that makes them
sound good from afar. Not to
underestimate the power of music,
but the power of sound is equally
important. Which hints that the
quality of attitude is also important.
I wonder what work goes on behind
the scenes to generate this kind of
mutual chemistry as a band……
Ok. The funky Halley’s intro
These guys just represent the
music industry. But how many
industries are connected to music?
Which are not? Ah…. Name one. I
don’t believe you can. The people
are connected to music, which is
connected to life. Why? Does it
make us better people?
This band ain’t fuckin’ around.
The groove grows more upright.
How Many People Are You?
Scolding the modern shallowness
Is it really sustainable?
Who are the few that are choosing
whether it’s sustainable or not?
Big question. But based on an
absolute respect… People enjoy a
positive connection to cause and
effect much more than the results
of a negative vision. So it’s
important to stay positive and
hopeful, as an act of faith…. A
correct attitude knows that
we know how to handle difficult situations
and endure through.
Many do that without even thinking
Can they turn it toward good? Might that be a possibility? What
does that mean?
I am not sure.
But that’s what prayer is for, right?
To look at oneself and ask: am I
setting the example that accords
with a sustainable vision ?
Why do I even ask the question?
My Virgo overthink or something else?
Or am I just seeking and all up in my own head?
Tone the volume down a tad, to the
actual balance point, and everyone
in the room can share in quality and
That sounds happy to me, for me,
consistent with the principle of
cherry, plum, peach, damson…
Who knows what a damson is? I
stole that line…
Played all the hits in set 2. Authentic San Francisco attitude. There’s a special tradition in this town. Classic San Francisco bohemian originality and questioning of the reality. It’s a gift of the land, it seems. It’s a cool place to be. My home town. Cool to have good friends come and visit.
Here an excellent example of translation in composition.
Making a case that this is the year of the MGB.
Natural marketing machine
This is evidence that Cities is a
cover Mike brings tot the Phish
I wonder if playing without jumping
makes it better, or if the jumping
makes a difference.
Pure funk consistent to the band.
Is it hip? Personal opinion.
I’m digging it.
Great to be distracted from a
different view of the “Phish-
building block” process.
Small clubs must be grounding
after giant rooms. Can only image.
Something that thinks with the music in a different way, and gives you opportunity
or unwind and feels much much better. Self care is damn important.
Is this over people’s heads?
I guess that’s about the correctness
of the music plus the soundperson’s responsibillty.
That was funky!
The band offered 6 minutes of overtime.
thanks to mix gordon for coming up and thanking me after the gig. fast paced, unexpected, and very classy.